Side-Kicking and Screaming

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- - Ah!

- - Ow!

Faster! Faster!

- Barb, it's like you predicted.

Nora's gone mad with power.

- No, no, no, she's helping us stay focused.

Ow!

Thank you.

We're trying to get Cheyanne to come to our high school.

- Oh, yes, Cheyanne, the, uh, really famous person

the kids love because she is a famous...

- Singer. - ...singer.

- Cheyanne's holding a contest.

She'll do a live performance on Chirper

at whichever school sends her the most chirps.

- Yeah, we gave Billy a bunch of spaz berries

to get him to chirp faster, but it didn't go so well.

Hi, Billy. Bye, Billy.

Time's up!

They're tallying up the chirps.

Well, I hope you win.

- Yeah, and so do two young girls,

who not long ago came up with a list of dream selfies.

- And those girls... were us.

Also, those girls, and those girls,

they're all us.

- We've gotten almost every selfie on the list.

Duck face with a duck.

Fish face with a fish.

Selfie at Selfie Mountain.

She means Mount Rushmore.

There's only one selfie missing--

the celebrity selfie.

That's why I'm trying to get Cheyanne here.

Let's see if we won.

- - What?

My chirps didn't go through.

Mine, either.

- Sorry, sometimes my lasers mess with cellphones.

Well, this has been fun. Bye!

- Oh, sorry you lost your contest.

But I do know two celebrities

who would be more than happy

to put on their duck faces for your final selfie.

No.

So, who did win?

It says Hiddenville High.

I wish we went to that school.

Cherry, we do.

Four million chirps?

How did we get that many?

- Because of Cheyanne's future boyfriend.

Harry Styles? - No, me!

I hacked Chirper and got us all the votes.

I also hacked the Thunder monitor.

Alert! Alert!

Max is my master now.

- Once Cheyanne sees me, she'll fall so hard

that she'll break a tooth,

and then I'll keep dating her,

even though she has a weird tooth.

We're gonna have an amazing life together.

- Thanks for loving me and my weird tooth, Max.

- Anything for you, popstar wife Cheyanne.

Welcome home.

- So, your dream is to marry your celebrity crush

and live in your parents' basement?

No!

We'll spend our summers in the garage.

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- Okay, Chloe, our Splat Castle is complete.

- Time to slay the nasty dragon!

- I probably should be telling you

not to play with your food.

But I kinda wanna see if the fry knight

saves the pickle princess.

- Oh, my gosh, the Hairwear Pop Up is coming to Hiddenville!

The hair what now?

- It's like a temporary store that sells

hats, headbands and bows-- lots and lots of bows.

- Oh, well, I have been in the market for a new sun visor.

It blocks the sun from my face,

but leaves my head free to breathe!

- Yeah, your last eight went mysteriously missing.

- Nora, will you help me buy my first bow?

I've been waiting your whole life for you to say that.

- Yay, it's my bow-mitzvah!

- Now our castle looks like it needs some ketchup.

I'll go get some.

Mmm!

- Dad, don't eat the pickle princess.

- Stace, look, her ketchup pumping game is flawless.

And so is her bow game.

Yas!

- I don't know if you know I can hear you,

but I can.

She's throwing shade.

I love her.

- I'm Stacie. This is Heather.

- I'm Nora and I know who you are.

You're the girls who made headbands

and fedoras cool again.

Big fan.

- Wait. Lightbulb! Brilliant!

We should all go to the Hairwear Pop Up tomorrow.

- You guys wanna hang out with me?

- Headbands, fedoras, bows.

It just makes sense.

That would be great.

Oh, my gosh, are we becoming a squad?

Yas!

- Oh, wait. I just remembered.

I promised I'd go to that pop up with my sister.

But maybe I can bring her along--

- Hold on. Pause. Full stop.

You wanna hang out with your little sister?

Yeah.

Dislike!

- Nora, hanging with us is hanging with friends.

Hanging with your little sister

is just babysitting for free.

- It's okay. Maybe she doesn't wanna become

part of a fashion forward trio.

No! I do.

I can babysit my sister whenever, for money, obvi.

So, is that a yes?

No.

It's a "Yas!"

Yas!

Oh.

Sweet!

You finally wrote a theme song

to play every time I enter a room.

- It's not for you. It's for me.

Now that you're good, I'm rusty at being evil.

So, I'm following my other passion.

- I thought you gave up on space travel

'cause the suit made you look fat.

No, music!

I'm gonna be a world-famous DJ.

You can't be a DJ.

You have no thumbs.

- You think I need thumbs to do this?

Not bad.

Needs thumbs.

- Why can't you support me?

- Because I have bigger things going on.

That reminds me-- it is time.

- Is that your celebrity crush body spray kit?

Yep.

Cheyanne's gonna be performing at my school tomorrow,

and she won't be able to resist me while I'm wearing...

Beast Musk!

Cheyanne?

I can make a special remix of her latest hit.

You could give it to her in person.

This is my dream!

- But if she listens to it and doesn't like it,

it could ruin my dream

of marrying her on a party submarine.

- Please, Max, I'm begging you.

At least make it your ringtone.

Maybe she'll hear it.

Hmmm...

Fine. - Woo!

- Whoops, now this place is gonna be

lousy with lady beasts.

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- Okay, Cheyanne is upstairs getting ready

for her performance tonight.

We get up there, we get our selfie.

And I get my steps in--

currently at, uh, three.

- Hi, we were hoping to meet Cheyanne.

No.

Phoebe, allow me.

I speak fluent "bodyguard."

Hey, pepper spray! - No!

- Hey, why are you letting them in?

- Because they're Cheyanne's dancers--

and you two are givin' off a strong weirdo vibe.

- Now what? - I don't know.

Trick the security guard into thinking

that we're Cheyanne's background dancers,

so she lets us in? - That would be wrong.

But it would also probably work, so let's do it.

Yay!

- Come on, let's practice our moves.

- Oh, ho, ho. Let me guess.

You two got rejected for meeting Cheyanne.

- Okay, for your information, that is not what happened.

- Yeah, it is. - A-meh, meh, moo.

- Hey, I'm so sorry about them.

Anyway, I'm here to see Cheyanne.

Yeah, I'm the whole reason

the school won the Chirper contest.

- Oh, you're the reason? - Yeah.

No!

- Okay, fine. I understand.